The new slaves- line art

((Coloring in process. Just wanted to get a little early Critiques.))

The fridged water tasted like blood, dirt, and sweat. Sarra tried in vain to spit it all out and get a breath of much needed air before she was dunked under again. This water wasn't fit for pack animals to drink, let alone a human being. She'd be lucky if she didn't get dysentery from this sludge.

"That's good enough!" the driver announced to his orderly.

Coughing and spitting, Sarra was dragged several paces from the trough and flung to her knees, clutching the tattered rag that was all she had to cover herself. A foot came down on her spine, and her hair was yanked back taking her head along with it. She had to fight not to yelp at the sudden violent treatment. They would not hear her scream... Suddenly her hair was released and she fell forward.

Dripping tattered strands of her once hip length hair dangled around her face. From the edges of her vision, more of the ebony locks fell to the ground. Sarra bit her lip as she stared at the symbol of her status now lying curled in the dirt like tossed seaweed.

The slave driver grabbed her by the jaw and twisted her head this way and that. "This one's a little older than the other... Pretty for a Shauren though. Tag this one and put her with the first group. We'll make a nice bit of coin offa' her. I know a brothel in Fendale that will pay near 4 sills for a pretty heathen."

One of the orderly's laughed, "I know that place. She'll need alot of practice if she's gonna be entertaining the gents there!"

The Driver leered down over the edge of Sarra's cover, "It's a good sennight til Fendale. We'll be sure she's gotten some training by then..."

A red haze decended over Sarra's vision. With a lightning fast move she whipped her foot out from underher and brought her elbow down. Foot connected with knee, elbow with clavical... The Driver went down. Frantically Sarra scrambled to her feet, but the orderlies were already on her. A huge beefy fist connected with her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs and dazing her. Sarra went down, trying desprately to draw breath when foot went into her ribs. Then another.

"Stupid Frelling whore!" the driver was screaming, "I'll teach you to-" But the driver never got to finish his sentence. There was a muffled shout, then a thud to Sarra's right. Through watery eyes she saw the Driver laying on his back in the dirt. She forced herself to look up. A warrior in a deep read cape was standing over her, one gauntlet covered fist disappearing beneath the folds. His hair was the color of deep mahogany which stood in stark contrast to the palest set of blue eyes Sarra had ever seen.

"Chapter 15, section four. 'Never shall man be the cause of harm to a woman. for in their delicacy they deserve only the gentlest of hand'. " he quoted.

"If i need a lesson in the scriptures i'll ask a priest, Templar!" the driver snapped, "This Shauren is my slave. She doesn't count as human. I'll do with her whatever i damn well feel like doing with her!!"

A bag of coins smacked the driver in the face. Eight sparkling coins fell out and scattered on the ground. The Driver momentarily forgot himself and lunged for the gold. "There. Now she's my slave." The templar stated, and scooped Sarra up off the ground.